Lyrics:
music it suppresses all the hurting
We all fighting demons, out here tryna find our purpose
My dreams are so far, go into hiding, close the curtains
I
Listen, my auntie weepin' by my mom, I almost shed a tear
It's been a minute, I ain't felt this feelin' in some years
I'm thankful for the people
ambergris
It's scandalous music planned by avarice
You're sorely misinformed like see-span panelist
I never planned on this
Big beat evangelist
Whack
by fake people right?
But it turned out I was the fake one for believing all that bullshit
And being clouded by the darkness
I've made it this far in
system in them phat cars (uh)
Cross country isn't that far
It's like I'm in the race, don't know who you cats are
See one day I fell from grace, landed
The Autonomous Commie Republic, which is part of the Russian
Federation, is situated in the far northwest of Europe, and spreads up to
The Arctic
I'm making gangster music
For my people stuck in the projects
Let me
take you back to '96
cll we
wanted was that 23 jersey
By the Chicago bulls
I'm
the wrong people have the power
Of suggestion
And the freedom of the press is meaningless
If nobody asks a question
I mean
Causation by definition
cornea
Living the art of peace daily
With visions of Gandhi
And goes to organize the
Masses like movements of
Magnificent brother robbed it natural
Like
of the music industry encourage
Me to change the walk
Of my songs when I write
From the deepest part of
My heart, my advisers say, I remind
People too much
are.By the way we pull up in our cars.
Bass be Bumping caveman bars, all thanks to my A&R.
We the best, and it's been by far. Venom It's spelling from my
grew up on the south side By the old union hall
And listening to his daddy’s tapes Thats when he heard his call
So his folks bought him a six string
You're flowing towards me
She said, "I live over by the far North East"
I wanna feel your hot electric light
And it sounds like
Taking dips into your
have to ask myself who am I?
What kinda guy do I write for myself inside these lines?
Claiming east side to pines, Colorado is mine
But that’s as far
To shake the game up
Clock is ticking
So I make sure now to love every second of time
Cause these days fly by
But wasted time is far worse than a broken
toxic candy bar, I will consume it
I made it pretty far, but that's not enough yet
I gave my best from the east to the west
Still getting tested,
Everbody say
We are on a holiday
Now throw your hands to the sky
turn up the music just ride
we representin right
we are on a holiday
we are
spinning sphere that's a rock
All the white folks mad because my music ain't pop
Put my middle finger up you see the mask and the cross
Broke as fuck you get
of the phrase paid dues
And if you wanna emcee, you better study the craft
Or you might get cut up and laughed at by some guys that kinda hate you
Now I ain't
brightened by all the flashing lights
I find faith in the makers and folks who had to fight
I'm on stage in Chicago I'm bout to grab the mic
In the city
Inspired by Ghetto Fabolous I started chasing Street Dreams
Real Talk dollar signs is all I seen
A Blueprint was laid from that I built a foundation
were clear but far from near
When we got close but opportunity would disappear
Now we're making music all year
Getting paid as we're making this here
tongue
Cobra spit over apocalyptic cult killer cauldron smoke
Stomp music seriously yeah
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
Can't
[music: breitenbach - eilen]
[lyrics: breitenbach]
[arranged by breitenbach]
honesty! misery! creep on knees to be free
Don't you see, suffering is
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